From the murk, a pair of eyes appeared and swam towards Ado and Fefe. A slim girl clad in a white gown with a colourful ring of flowers decorating her hair, stepped lightly from the mist and smiled. She moved a little to one side and waved her hand in front of her...
Oh, I say,” said the figure with a scarf that had been fixed by what looked like wire at an angle around his neck making it seem as if he was caught permanently in a force-10 gale. He wore a battered flying cap sporting scratched goggles and a handlebar moustache...
Steps were not contemplated by the next personage that manifested from the ocu-mist. She marked her movements with studied fluidity and her long, understated yet extremely expensive silk dress, that didn’t look out of place even on a prepubescent young lady, whispered...
Stepping out of the wall, the gentle gloop wobbling into silence and its waves momentarily distorting the blinking eyes that crowded around the edge of the whirlploop, a young boy with sad but attractive eyes took a small bow and signalled for his companion, now...
She held her hand out to Ado and he took it gently. He in turn clasped Fefe’s hand firmly in his other hand. Glamorgonia said, “Fasten your seat-belts – I mean metaphorically Ado, you don’t actually have one,” she observed as she watched Ado searching around him to...
By now, it was clear. The objective was the door at the far end of the echoing corridor down which he was reluctantly being dragged. The floors over which they walked seemed to emit a cold radiance that permeated the soles of his rubber sandals and he noticed in...
